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        WHAT AGE WOULD I BE
If I didn’t know I was over 71, how old would I be,
I gave this idea some thought and it came to me
That I would be still a silly teenager full of vim,
Except that part of my body structure started to give in.

Maybe my mid twenties rushing around everywhere,
Small children bringing much laughter through the air,
A busy job as well and a home to try smoothly run,
Staying up late with my husband having lots of fun.

Then I thought of labour pains more children to care for,
Some walking and running in my arms or on the floor,
Maybe the twenties and thirties were fine years ago
But I think now right up the wall I would surely go..

I just know I don’t feel seventy one but at what age
I want to be, my mind is a teen or an earlier stage,
But the wisdom I have gained tells me it’s OK to be
Happy and content to have lived to over seventy.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 17 November 2005
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